“I bet it’s right on the minute to-morrow morning,” Pee-wee shouted. “That’s a scout watch; it’s advertised in _Boys’ Life_. The ad. said it keeps perfect time.” “How long have you had it?” Rossie Bent wanted to know. “My father gave it to me for a present on account of this trip,” the kid said; “he gave it to me just before I started off.” “So you haven’t had it overnight yet?” Brent asked him. “You don’t know whether it’s good at night work or not.” “They always race in the dark,” Harry said; “that’s the trouble with those boy scout watches.” By this time the colored porter and about half a dozen passengers were standing around listening and laughing. Harry said, “Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Kid. I happen to know something about those watches and they’re not to be trusted. The boy scout watch is a pile of junk. If that watch isn’t at least an hour ahead of time when we sit down to breakfast to-morrow morning, I’ll buy you the biggest pie they’ve got in the city of Cleveland. If your watch is wrong by as much as an hour you’ll have to do a good turn between every two stations we stop at till we get to Chicago. What do you say?” “I won’t have to worry about any good turns,” Pee-wee shot back at him. Harry said, “All right, is it a go?” “Sure it’s a go,” the kid shouted. “Mm! Mm! I’ll be eating pie all day to-morrow.” CHAPTER IV—PEE-WEE’S WATCH I guess Pee-wee dreamed of pie that night. Anyway he didn’t wake up very early in the morning. When the train stopped at Cleveland for eats, he was dead to the world. The rest of us all went into the railroad station for breakfast and Harry took a couple of sandwiches and a hard boiled egg and a bottle of milk back to the train for our young hero when he should wake up. When we were eating breakfast in the station, Harry said, “Well, I see that none of you kids has ever been out west before. Hadn’t we better set our watches?” I looked up at the clock in the station and, _good night_, then I knew why he and Brent had been jollying Pee-wee the night before. The dock in the station was an hour behind my watch. “Western time, boys,” Harry said; “set _your_ watches back.” “And keep still about it when you go back on the train,” Rossie said, “if you want to see some fun.” “We’ve lost an hour,” Westy said. “Don’t you care,” Brent said; “don’t bother looking for it; we’ll find it coming back.” Gee whiz, I had to laugh when I thought of Pee-wee lying sound asleep in his upper berth with his trusty boy scout watch under his pillow. When we went back on the train all the berths except Pee-wee’s were made into seats. There were only about a half a dozen passengers besides ourselves in that car, and Harry went around asking them all not to mention to Pee-wee about western time.